A Reason for Being

I started writing stories when I was in middle-school. Actually, I wrote one story in middle-school. I was enamoured by the then popular band New Kids on the Block and set about writing a story that had me, as well as my friends, meet the band and subsequently have various adventures with them. The more my friends read the story, the more they encouraged me to continue writing. It took me three months to write, all of it by hand on notebook paper. By the time I finished I had written 149 pages. A monumental feat for a kid in middle-school.

While writing what came to be known as “The Red Book Story” (I kept everything in red folder) I learned something about myself. I liked to write. I’m sure that it helped that everyone that read the work in progress liked it. I don’t know anyone that doesn’t like to be praised now and again. But really, it was the act of writing that I really enjoyed. Watching the lives of characters unfold on the page as I wrote, wondering where they would end up once the story ended. It was all very fascinating.

I started to take writing classes when I started high-school and didn’t stop until I graduated from college with a degree in Journalism/Professional Writing with an emphasis on the Novel. Now having learned all I can academically, it is time that I continue to learn through living the life of a writer. This is my reason for being. This is my journey.